Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Palau and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Altered Images to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Franke. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
X-101,
Deepchord,
the Normal,
The Searchers,
Kool Moe Dee,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Divine Comedy,
Warsaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Darondo,
David Bowie,
Colin Newman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Circle Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang On A Can,
The Remains,
Scan 7,
Stiv Bators,
The Leaves,
The Beau Brummels,
La Düsseldorf,
Eve St. Jones,
Parry Music,
Agitation Free,
The Young Rascals,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Nils Olav,
Little Man,
The Associates,
Arcadia,
Gong,
The Human League,
The Gap Band,
Nas,
Fat Boys,
Guru Guru,
the Association,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moleskins,
Technova,
Camouflage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Raincoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Foxx,
The Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harry Pussy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Rundgren,
Alison Limerick,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.